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“It’s okay. You don’t have to, really. I can—”
“Iwantto.”
That shut Ishir up. He fell to his back, grinning into the next kiss. The worry that had crept up on him had softened him slightly, but by the time Zee was done ransacking his mouth and neck, he was completely hard again. Even the feel of his briefs being taken off felt like a lot, abs twitching. He closed his eyes as Zee pet his thighs.
“Thick as fuck,” Zee complimented cheekily.
Ishir snorted. “Thanks, bro. I work out.”
“Mmm, I can tell.”
Ishir was still smiling a little as Zee parted his legs, trailing a hand up and down Ishir’s cock, his balls, behind them.
“Wanna get on your stomach? Just for this part. I wanna fuck you face-to-face.”
Ishir rolled over, comforted by the knowledge that Zee wasn’t going to take him from behind while thinking of someone else.
Zee’s fingers weren’t tentative as they touched him. Ishir didn’t know where he got his confidence from—he’d be shaking with nerves if he had to take the reins on this. As it was, he focused on relaxing his body, tilting his hips up like an offering.
“I’m gonna turn on a lamp,” Zee warned and clicked on both bed lights, spilling a golden glow over them. “You look good.”
Ishir hummed, burying his face into the sheets, embarrassed. He wasn’t shy about his body, but hearing Zee compliment him in this context was different.
“You like when I compliment you, huh?” Zee muttered sweetly, making Ishir burn. “Don’t think I don’t notice. I love telling you, too. How pretty you are. How good. How perfect.”
Ishir took a shaky breath, feeling himself begin to float. He didn’t know how much more of that he could take without unravelling completely.
Zee’s skin was wet with lube the next time it grazed Ishir’s hole. It made him shiver, and he rocked slightly, rubbing his cock on the mattress.
Zee slapped his ass. “None of that. You get what I give you.”
Ishir grunted, face burning as he halted his movements.
Zee took his time. He rubbed at the sensitive furl, the pleasure building slow but irrepressible. It had Ishir clenching his teeth in an attempt not to shift and get some relief for his dick.
Finally, Zee pushed inside. It was barely a stretch, slick and easy, but it made Ishir gasp anyway.
There was no going back from this.
Zee’s hand was steady, filling him and retracting, again and again, a slow rhythm.
“Come on,” Ishir pleaded.
Zee actually listened. There was the sound of the lube bottle and then two fingers, thick enough for Ishir tofeelit.
Ishir let out a sharp breath, and Zee paused.
“Too much?”
“No. Fuck, no, keep going.”
Zee did, not cautious but not fast, either. It was paced, purposeful, digits curling until they hit that perfect spot inside Ishir.
He moaned, quieting the sound in his arm. The secret was out though, and Zee became relentless, alternating between rubbing there and scissoring his fingers gently.
“God,” Ishir let out brokenly as Zee upped it to three.
It had been a little while since he’d fucked himself with anything, and it was a lot, the bump of Zee’s knuckle making his scalp tingle with how good it was.
